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Chanson Innocente/e. e. cummings
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
//
MineralMan
(146,286 posts)"The goat-footed balloonman" has always stuck with me.
cbabe
(3,539 posts)mudluscious.
badhair77
(4,216 posts)when the world is mud-lucious and puddle wonderful. Cant beat that imagery.
alphafemale
(18,497 posts)Not so much a thing here in SC
Mme. Defarge
(8,027 posts)Like fireworks framed
and hung for a season,
or confetti in snapshots,
clinging to air,
like lights out of focus
spring trembles
and grows in circumference
and looms
in the silver screen sky.
Chinese and Italians
have taught us to celebrate
conjuring springs gone by.
48656c6c6f20
(7,638 posts)Oh wait that's a beer Jingle 😂
nolabear
(41,959 posts)Spring
Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
I think of her.
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water
There is only one question:
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain.
breathing and tasting;
all day I think of her
her white teeth,
her wordlessness.
her perfect love.
Mary Oliver
Takket
(21,561 posts)here comes spring
into our view...
that's all i got, sorry